Snuff porn mommy Blair is my name in the underground circuit. I am known for being an addicted mommy desperate for money that I will do all sorts of vile things for my next fix. Last week, I got a call from a director I have done some work with previously. He does extremely gross porn. Vomit, piss, shit, blood play movies. I don’t enjoy those sorts of movies, but the pay is good. Beggars cannot be choosers. He had a friend making a snuff torture film who was looking for a red headed MILF for the lead. He asked if I would be interested. Of course. Money is money. Snuff movies are not real. They just use a lot of gore to make them look real. I showed up to the casting call and was hired based on the recommendation of Lee and my looks alone. Never tested a scene, never even screamed once. Filming started immediately. My costume was a dog collar, a leather bra and panties and a leash. I was locked in a dungeon. It was dark and damp. Smelled awful, like death. I was crawling around when I slipped in something. It felt and smelled like blood. Lee wouldn’t send me to a real snuff filmmaker, would he, I wondered. I tried not to panic, then I felt bodies. Bodies clearly dead, but recently as they were warm still. Female bodies too. Bugs were in the cell. I could feel them crawling on my skin. I was in full panic mode now. This shit was real. I didn’t sign up to be really killed. I started screaming for the director to let me out. I was released. It gave me a false sense of security. When I saw myself in the light, I was mortified. I was covered in blood, bugs and guts. I puked on the floor. I felt a jolt to the back of my head that pushed me into my own vomit. I heard the chainsaw noise, then everything went dark as I heard someone yell, “get ready for another dead dumb whore.”
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Most men do, it is just some would never admit it. Then there are guys that are very proud to boast that women are on this earth just to serve them. I met once such man this week. I was meeting a friend for drinks. This arrogant prick tried to pick us up. He saw the wedding rings on our fingers, but wouldn’t stop with the aggressive, crass come-ons. We had security remove him. He apparently followed me home. As I was going into my house, he pushed me in and pinned me on the floor. “We meet again cunt,” he seethed at me. I tried to fight him off, but he was strong and fueled by rage over the fact that I had rejected him. He spit in my face, even punched me to subdue me. I was fighting him more than perhaps I would if my young niece had not been in the house. I was trying not to make much noise because I knew she would come to see what was the commotion. I only left her alone for a little over an hour. My attempts to shield her were futile. She came down, screamed, but my assailant threatened my life if she called the police, so she dropped her cell phone. He made her watch as he used me like an ass rape porn star. He sodomized me, fisted my cunt and called me vile names as my young niece was forced to watch. She was crying, feeling helpless as he violated and degraded me. He kept looking at my niece and grunting, “You will be next you little whore.” I tried to fight him, when I knew my young virgin niece was next on his conquest list, but the more I resisted him, the more violent he became. When he was done brutalizing my body, he moved to my niece. He ruined her tiny holes. I had to watch, helpless. After a couple hours, he finally left. But he left us tied up, gagged and covered in cum and blood for my husband to discover when he came home from work. What are your force fuck fantasies?
Domination phone sex is all this worthless whore is good for. I can’t be dominant. I am too weak. I can be an accomplice, however. I am especially good at helping men who like the little ones. I can lure little ones away safely as a soccer mom. Those young ones never suspect that I have an evil dominant man pulling my strings. Just last week I was ordered by my oldest son to bring him some fresh meat. He complained that not even my ass was tight anymore. He fucks me so hard and often times invites his friends to violate me too, it is no wonder I don’t have tight fuck holes. Plus I have birthed several babies and that wears a pussy out. I’m a good bitch. Keep me coked up and I do anything. I went to the mall in a boring suburban outfit to look demure. I was on a mission: to find a sweet young blonde thing so that my son could ruin her pussy and ass, maybe even snuff her out. I feel like a sheep leading lamb to slaughter, but it would be me he tortured if I did not do as he asks. So I lured a little lamb to a world she could not even imagine. A dark bleak world where death is a blessing. I picked out the perfect angel for him. When I said I was a friend of her mommy’s picking her up because her mommy was in a car accident, she didn’t ask any questions. By the time we were back to my place the Nyquil I slipped into her soda had kicked in. I carried her into the basement and dropped her at my son’s feet like a cat leaves a dead bird for its owner. I tried to go upstairs so I didn’t have to watch, but he restrained me so I was forced to watch him break her legs, carve her up like meat and force fuck her for hours. He strangled her to death as he came in her little cunt. He untied me, dropped her dead body at my feet and said, “take care of the whore bitch.” I buried her battered and broken body out back like she was a family cat. You see, I am a good bitch.
Snuff porn is very popular for me. Lots of men want me to star in their Dead Production. Many men loathe a read headed slut. I’m stupid. I’m a total addict who does anything for coke. My callers know this. The men in my life know this. I’m abused on and off the phone. I don’t mind though. I know I was born to be a submissive whore. I get a lot of rape fantasies and hardcore snuff, but a few get very nasty with how I die. I have one caller who wants me to be his very young daughter. I am older than he is, but it is fun to pretend to be that young again. Even as young girl I am consumed with bad thoughts. I want my dad to do very bad things to me like starve me until I am nothing but skin and bones. I want to be his toilet slave. And not just his slave either. I want to be a slave to the big barnyard creatures out back. I beg to roll around in their excrement despite flies and maggots. I live on a diet of piss and shit from the 2 and 4 legged members of the house. Eventually, a 4 legged monster’s cock splits me in two and I die slowly and painfully in a heaping pile of shit. But I enjoy my demise because it is fitting for a stupid fucking toilet whore to die in a vat of animal dung. Maybe extreme bathroom play isn’t your thing. I share this hot fantasy so you understand just how much of a no taboo phone sex whore I am. Nothing is too sick or too depraved for me. Unlike some girls in this business, being a coke head submissive slut is not an act, but a way of life.
Taboo phone sex is the only phone sex in my opinion. I fuck my sons, so clearly I am not a vanilla woman. I do coke on a daily basis. I take anything up the ass. I have always been an anal whore as well as a submissive whore, so you never have to ask me if I have limits. Limits are for credit cards not fucking, phone fucking or real fucking. I enjoy getting off with a sick accomplice. Sure, sometimes I end up dead, snuffed out by a caller; but I usually cum really hard right before my lights go out because I am a sick twisted no limits bitch. Last night I did a call that actually made me puke. Not because it was so gross or violent, but because I was guzzling booze like the founder of AA. It was a forced intoxication call. I can party with the best of them. I will snort, smoke or shoot anything, but I am not a seasoned drinker. All I had in the house was Three Olives Coconut Vodka. It was a brand new bottle, but I had to chug it. I don’t believe in faking my partying. Honestly, it was at the end of my shift, he was my last call, I thought I would be okay. I knew I would get buzzed quick. I didn’t think I would projectile vomit all over my couch. When my caller heard me hurling, he made me lick it up. “A good whore cleans up her messes,” he seethed at me. I was high and drunk, so I did it. In hindsight I shouldn’t have done it. I mean how would he have really known, right? When I am fucked up, my submissive nature is undeniable. It is like I can’t say no. I woke up smelling like a frat house on a Saturday morning. Chunks of my own vomit in my red hair, head about ready to explode and late for my morning shift. But when you call a no taboos/no limits phone sex whore, you get what you ask for and more.
Ass rape porn was on his mind when he slapped a collar around my neck and took me for a walk like I was his pet. I am his pet. I crawled around on all fours for him barking like a dog and pissing on the grass. My treat when we got home was his fist up my ass. No lube no warning. Just his big hairy fist shoved up my asshole like I was his puppet. “We are just getting warmed up whore,” he seethed in my ear. I was fighting back the tears as he found various house hold objects not designed for the ass to sodomize me with. A baseball bat, a lamp, a light bulb, a hammer, a wine bottle, a cell phone, a flashlight and a broom handle all became anal torture devices with him. He made a bench especially for our rough anal sessions. According to him, it gives a perfect bird’s eye view of my ass being tortured for the viewers. He gang bangs my ass with objects while men pay to watch. It is his own form of a cam show, only I am not masturbating seductively with a dildo for college boys. I am getting force fucked and ass abused for men who enjoy the pain and torture sex of a woman. The guys on the other side of the camera can bid extra money to tell Master what to put in my ass. One guy bid $100 for him to fuck me with the barrel of a loaded gun. Another man paid $1000 for him to play Russian Roulette with my ass. I quivered and shook; tried to hold back the tears as he pulled the gun out, spun the cylinder, shoved the gun back in my ass and pulled the trigger. I was not feeling so lucky. Master made him pay for each round. I lucked out that he ran out of money before my head was blown off through my ass. Why do men enjoy do such awful things to me?
When people ask me what I did for Fourth of July, I will tell them snuff porn. It started out like any other Independence Day celebration. There was a cook out, pool party and lots of party supplies. I was in my red, white and blue bikini doing lines of blow off of cocks. There was a pool orgy. I got gang banged under water. Once it got dark, however, things changed. The mood went from fun in the sun to sinister under the moon. I was yanked out of the pool with cum leaking out of my fuck holes. I was tossed on a picnic table and sodomized in the ass by ears of corn. I am no stranger to hardcore anal or foreign objects up my ass, however when the corn was replaced with firecrackers, I got scared. I’ve seen videos of drunk men getting seriously injured fucking around with fireworks. I was laying on my stomach with fireworks in my ass. I was getting skull fucked when someone lit the one in my ass. The guys at the party restrained me so I couldn’t move. When it went off it burned part of my ass. I could smell the scorched flesh. The pain was awful. They laughed as they came on my face. I begged for medical assistance, but more, bigger, fireworks were shoved in my fuck holes. This time a roman candle was in my cunt in ass. “Don’t worry whore, we will piss on you before any real damage is done,” one of them seethed. A roman candle could take off a limb. I didn’t trust that their urine could put it out in enough time to not result in permanent damage. They were drunk and stoned, treating me like some animal they found in the woods to torture. Their piss did nothing to let out the flames. The urine just burned my wounds. I was lying on the picnic table, restrained watching as my body was about to be blown to bits. Blood and sinew spewed out of me as they laughed. The last thing I heard as I was covered in my own blood, was “Blair really was a firecracker.”
I thought it was going to be a drug filled fun day. Instead it was an ass rape porn kind of day. My drug dealer decided to up his price for the holiday weekend. Now I pay for my drugs with sex like any other whore. But, I use way more powder than most whores, so I have to get pretty kinky for my white candy. My dealer needed me to smuggle some heroin up my ass to deliver to a friend on the inside. I can look like a sweet soccer mom, so I was the chosen drug mule. I didn’t want to carry a brick of that shit up my ass. For one, that is a drug that could kill me if it leaked into my body in that kind of quantity. Plus, it was big. No way a brick of anything was fitting up my ass. Wrong. After your ass is plummeted by about forty big black dicks anything will fit up your ass, even 4 bricks of uncut pure heroin. I walked funny from the drug bricks up my butt, but I delivered it to inmate 221 at the Riverside Correctional facility. I was not strip searched. I shit the bricks out in a bathroom where a guard on the take dispensed it to the inmate running my dealer’s business from the inside. I guess some leaked out because I was high as a kite after the potty. A guard intervened. Took advantage of the situation and fed me to a bunch of prisoners who haven’t had pussy or female ass in a decade. I was fucked beyond recognition. Fucked bloody. Fucked to unconsciousness. Fucked right into the infirmary. I really didn’t remember much, but it was caught on camera, so I guess I am a prison anal whore now. I may never be able to shit again properly, but I made my dealer very happy. That means I am going to have one hell of a holiday weekend.
Ass rape porn is all I am good for. My cunt is so lose and stretched out from being a whore and birthing brats, that my ass is the only semi tight fuck hole I got. But guys seem determined to want to ruin my ass too. I owe my dealer a lot of money for my nose candy addiction. I worked out a way to score a new bag of powder despite owing him a few grand already. I showed up at this biker bar known for trouble. Despite my strung out appearance, I was still the classiest thing in that dive. I found Don. He wasted no time with pleasantries. He pulled out his dick and ordered me to bend over like a good whore. He rammed his cock up my ass as I was bent over a bar stool while other guys lined up to fuck my mouth. One cock in my ass was not enough to earn me some coke, however. I was surprised my ass could handle 2 dicks at once. Shocked when it took three. Crying in pain when four dicks sodomized me. My ass was gaping opening. Prolapsing with every thrust. Cum was pouring out my ass like I drank Mexican water. Hardcore anal wasn’t enough for these bikers. They turned me into a fisting whore too. This was not agreed upon. I was told I just had to let a few bikers fuck my ass. One of the guys grabbed me roughly by the hair, spit in my face and said, “Bitch, complain one more time and you leave with no coke, just a well fucked ass.” Him and his pals fisted my ass first before they invited the entire bar to fuck my ass with their forearms. I left the bar crawling on my knees with my ass inside out, but I had a bag of coke so it was all worth it.
Sometimes a whore needs a good dose of domination phone sex to remember her place. I needed drugs but had no money. I am a sexy MILF, so I thought I could work something out with my dealer for a fix. I over estimated my hotness. My dealer was not even interested in abusing my asshole with his monster cock for a little bump. He was, however, interested in my daughter. My very young daughter. I tried to object but he smacked me, slapped a collar around my neck and chained me to a pole so I couldn’t defend my little virgin’s holes. “How bad do you need this fix Blair,” he seethed as he pulled out his monster cock and shoved it down my baby girl’s throat. She was crying, gagging trying to get away, but the more I thought about it the more I realized she would be fine. I was force fucked at her age and I grew up fine. Well, maybe not fine. I am a druggy dirty mommy, but I am happy. I grew up happy. I was chained up watching my daughter earn my coke. He didn’t go easy on her either. He fucked her ass and pussy like she was a seasoned fuck whore like me. His dick was bright red from her cherry popping. She was crying and screaming, but he just fucked her harder. He came in her ass, but that was not the end of things. He held a knife to her throat and forced her to shit his cum in my mouth. He made sure she knew that I was the only reason this happened to her in the first place. I cleaned up her swollen, bloody fuck holes with my tongue. Siphoned out his cum, then begged for my coke. I got it, but not until after he fucked my holes too.
